Hurt

I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. 

Thinking.

Blinking.

Everything is going through my head like Nascar. 

Faster than that in fact.

Thinking. 

Blinking.

Wondering why it happened to me.

Why did he leave me so young with my mother to raise 3 young on her own?

Why does he try to come back now?

I dont know why but these questions go by in my head and make me cry.

I try not to.

I try to stay strong,

but i am hurt. 

he left me and my sibling.

Got a new family.

raised 2 young boys till they turned 4 and 5.

then he left them.

He cam back to my life.

then he had left us for her.

she was 2 of her own,

yet he never sees the 5 of his own

We Are Hurt

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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